Lust and found

A drunken confession

The night went even better than I could have expected. Guests picked away at the Chinese food, we got to see some of our best friends and Luke’s parents were glowing with pride at their boy’s 30th birthday. The party was a great success! And like most parties, as the night went on it seemed to get blurrier. Or perhaps we just got drunker.

Luke rarely drank, and when he did it was never more than a few beers. But that night, Jazz had brought some of Jamie’s favourite alcohol. Including a high priced Tequila- and let me tell you, when the birthday boy invites you to take shots with him, you can’t say no! Both Luke and I had a few shots of tequila throughout the night. That paired with the entire bottle of red wine that I drank, and the countless beers that Luke had mindlessly consumed while socializing, meant that both of us were feeling pretty buzzed! By 11:30pm Jamie had turned on the 90s throw back songs that we all grew up listening to, and there was a sing along going on in our living room. Some guests danced, other sat nearby giggling at the hysterics, while Luke and I swayed back and forth together in the living room singing along. I was in front of him leaning my back against his stomach. I swear it always felt like I fit so perfectly against his body. Both of us sang together and watched as Jamie jokingly proposed to Jazz all over again when their wedding song happen to come on.

By 1 o’clock most guests were gone, just “the guys”, their girlfriends, Jamie, Jazz and Luke’s dad remained. I must say at this point I was no longer tipsy and had reached drunk. Still standing in the living room, with Luke still behind me, we swayed to Aerosmith’s song “I don’t wanna miss a thing.” A song I remember so well dancing too at high school dances. Clearly by this time Jamie, who was in control of the music, had let his softer side come out. Almost every song was a love ballade. But as Luke and I stand there leaning on one another, he bent down and kissed my neck and whispered “I can’t wait for the rest of the guests to leave.” I turned to face him and we kissed for a few seconds. Though maybe it was more than a few seconds… since when we turned back around we noticed most of the remaining people there were giving us a look, and they seemed to quickly clear out of our house after that. Jamie and Jazz were the last to leave, after many drunken “thank yous” from the birthday boy, we finally closed the door and had our house back to ourselves. I then turned around to examine the mess that had been left across our main floor, but Luke quickly noticed my wandering eyes and grabbed my chin to look at him and said “that can wait until tomorrow.”

He picked me up so that I was straddling him, with my legs around his waist. He leaned me against the door and kissed me, and I mean REALLY kissed me. It took my breath away. I could taste the beer on his tongue, and for some reason it turned me on. As we made out against our front door I could feel him start to get excited through his dress pants. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, and since I was wearing a dress the only thing between me and his pants were my lace underwear. We stayed like that for what felt like an hour, making out like high school kids. Then Luke pulled his face away, kissed my neck and turned to head upstairs with me still in his arms.

In our master bedroom, he laid me on our bed, and slipped off my underwear. His head disappeared below the skirt of my dress as I felt his tongue start to caress my inner thigh. I was already losing control. Everything felt so good I swear I orgasmed almost instantly. A few exhilarating minutes later his head reappeared as he pulled my dress up over my head and began kissing along my stomach to my n*****s. Then he asked a question that I hadn’t even thought about. His hand slid up against my throat and he quietly, just like a habit, said “did you take your pill today?”. I swear my heart sank and I sobered up a little bit. My body was screaming for him to f**k me. But now we have to have a conversation. I simply said “no, but I didn’t want to have to talk about this right now.” Lucky for me, I think he may have been too drunk to process what I had just said, as he slid his hands down my stomach between my legs and in his exhale said “I don’t even care.” He pleased me with his fingers before I screamed for him to take his pants off. He backed up, and almost jokingly danced while we took his shirt off and threw it on the bed beside me. His eyes were squinty, a clear sign that he was drunk, but it was so hot. He then undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to the floor. I couldn’t wait any more I needed this man, now! I sat up on the end of the bed reaching for him, but he pushed my shoulder back and pulled my hips towards him. He whispered “how badly do you want it” and when I said “I need it, now” he thrust inside of me. This was the best s*x we’d had in a long time. I mean, s*x was always good, but this was AMAZING. He f****d me so hard until we both came. He then sank into the bed beside me gave me a silly grin and we quickly both fell asleep, right there, naked.